Sighing, Spike follows, standing up and heading for the over-sized door. He looks back, making sure all the rest are close enough not to cause any damage.

The hallway out isn't very long and soon enough they're viewing a large lawn split up by stone pathways and dotted by trees. Spike instinctively pauses before the light starts, and leans against a column there, in the shade. Fausta takes a few more steps than that before turning back to him, brushing up against him, then looking up at him, wondering what's keeping him.